Soaring Dreams

Soaring Dreams

One day my little one will cruise in the blue sky,
Piloting people through altitudes low and high,
Helping them reach destinations all over the globe,
Flying them to Hongkong, Greece and Rome.

 

Some day draped in bridal finery, demure and shy,
She will leave us, her parents, bidding goodbye.
We will watch her with sad hearts, but smiling lips.
We will be happy, but have tears in our eyes.

 

Some days my little one will fly in rough weath...